Help me choose....

originally posted by: AugustusMasonicus

originally posted by: IAMTAT
This is exactly why you want the chubby chick.

I invited DB over, I'm planning on making a 33 piece suit.

Nice try, I can't fit down the well and you know it.

originally posted by: DBCowboy
Have your mother choose a nice girl at your next Sunday Social at the local church. Then perhaps a shared malted milkshake at the corner Five & Dime for a follow up date.

Hopefully the drive in is still open or they could go the sock hop instead...

originally posted by: AugustusMasonicus

originally posted by: DBCowboy
Have your mother choose a nice girl at your next Sunday Social at the local church. Then perhaps a shared malted milkshake at the corner Five & Dime for a follow up date.

Hopefully the drive in is still open or they could go the sock hop instead...

Just tap the brakes there speedy!

Maybe after the 4th date.

originally posted by: DBCowboy
Just tap the brakes there speedy!

Maybe after the 4th date.

Yeah, sorry, I move fast. I would be all about taking her to a Big Bopper concert.

Before he got on the plane of course.

originally posted by: DBCowboy

originally posted by: AugustusMasonicus

originally posted by: DBCowboy
Have your mother choose a nice girl at your next Sunday Social at the local church. Then perhaps a shared malted milkshake at the corner Five & Dime for a follow up date.

Hopefully the drive in is still open or they could go the sock hop instead...

Just tap the brakes there speedy!

Maybe after the 4th date.

Everyone knows you don't mess with her brakes until after you've been married for a few years.

a reply to: AugustusMasonicus

The only music the OP and his future date should care about is choir practice and the sounds of her making a nice sandwich in the kitchen.

originally posted by: IAMTAT

originally posted by: DBCowboy

originally posted by: AugustusMasonicus

originally posted by: DBCowboy
Have your mother choose a nice girl at your next Sunday Social at the local church. Then perhaps a shared malted milkshake at the corner Five & Dime for a follow up date.

Hopefully the drive in is still open or they could go the sock hop instead...

Just tap the brakes there speedy!

Maybe after the 4th date.

Everyone knows you don't mess with her brakes until after you've been married for a few years.

Reminds me of something I recently saw online.

"For the first time in our marriage, my wife opened the car door for me. Of course we were going 70 at the time. . . "

a reply to: CthruU

your humor craks me up

Are you single

originally posted by: Terpene
Are you single

No, but TAT, DB and me are newly single. Again.

originally posted by: AugustusMasonicus

originally posted by: Terpene
Are you single

No, but TAT, DB and me are newly single. Again.

'Criss-Cross'

a reply to: AugustusMasonicus

I didn't have the dating apps that kids these days have. Over 30 years ago I had to get my wife the old fashioned way.

Mail-order from an Eastern European country.

I can remember the first day we met, our eyes locked together as we saw each other for the first time.

Then she said those special 3 words. . . . "Return to sender".

Good times.

Gooood times.

a reply to: DBCowboy

shared malted milkshake

That's when you try to be romantic but you really are cheap.

a reply to: DBCowboy

I met my wife in a small, yet fashionable, watering hole in New York.
I spotted her across the room...waved her over...and offered her my seat.

I'll never forget her first words to me: "Lap Dances Are $20!".

I knew then and there...SHE was the ONE.

originally posted by: DBCowboy
I didn't have the dating apps that kids these days have.

I did, that's how I met my wife.

I had my search profile set for a 10 mile radius, she had hers set to 'desperate'.

originally posted by: IAMTAT
a reply to: DBCowboy

I met my wife in a small, yet fashionable, watering hole in New York.
I spotted her across the room...waved her over...and offered her my seat.

I'll never forget her first words to me: "Lap Dances Are $20!".

I knew then and there...SHE was the ONE.

Wasn't that made into a Hallmark movie?

That's so adorable.

originally posted by: DBCowboy

originally posted by: IAMTAT
a reply to: DBCowboy

I met my wife in a small, yet fashionable, watering hole in New York.
I spotted her across the room...waved her over...and offered her my seat.

I'll never forget her first words to me: "Lap Dances Are $20!".

I knew then and there...SHE was the ONE.

Wasn't that made into a Hallmark movie?

That's so adorable.

It was scheduled to be one...but the lead actress got thrown into the slammer for trying to scam her kid into an Ivy League college.

a reply to: Terpene

eventually I should go with one

WHY??

You are already treating these young women like a smörgåsbord and giving intimate details about them to a group of complete strangers that you have only been anonymously chatting with on the internet for a month. Now you are asking these strangers how to help you, narrow down the field? Why, so you can marry one that you cannot decide upon by yourself ?

originally posted by: AugustusMasonicus

originally posted by: DBCowboy
I didn't have the dating apps that kids these days have.

I did, that's how I met my wife.

I had my search profile set for a 10 mile radius, she had hers set to 'desperate'.

"Storybook"

Mine was a classic 'One That Got Away' story...so I had to marry her so she couldn't testify against me in court.

originally posted by: AugustusMasonicus

originally posted by: DBCowboy
I didn't have the dating apps that kids these days have.

I did, that's how I met my wife.

I had my search profile set for a 10 mile radius, she had hers set to 'desperate'.

The "Crime Scene" tape at your reception was a nice touch.

a reply to: TerryMcGuire

WHY? Because i can...


You did it... Now i feel bad